DAMIEN’S POV.
“You don’t have to be so nervous, you know?” Isabelle nudges my shoulder as we both wait for Layla to come out.
We had decided to go prom clothing’s shopping today and I had gotten nervous about taking Layla to the prom.
Although I feel this much for her, it’s still the first time I’m seeing her as more than a friend. And I’m just scared that I might screw it all up.
“I know, I just…. It’s just new to me. I do things without thinking it through as long as it makes her happy, then I’m fine with it. I feel like I should remove the eyes of anyone that stares or looks at her in some sort of way. It’s crazy” I blurt out.
“You must really like her” She mutters.
“I love her Isabelle. And it’s scary. I don’t want anyone or anything come close to hurting her. They rather hurt
